letters (we dance)

…the way we dance,
embraced, wrapped by the wind,
bonded by time…

taste of sea salt on each other’s lips.

Starlight,
shimmering memory, forgotten dream
…erased…
…surfaced…
remembered in a double reflection,
permanently fused in our eyes.

One mind,
immersed in the river of notes.

…we dance…

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya